#tddb

So, as you may know, it's November! The year is almost up, and last month I accomplished... absolutely nothing. Burn out, mental health, work, and real life shenanigans have completely taken away any drive to be present. I'll be here, but slowly.

I have no progress to report whatsoever on The Descent Down Below, but that it's still a WIP. I don't know if I'll do anymore edits or updates to the project after some things came up that still...make me rather angry and annoyed that happened, but oh well. It is what it is. Still probably gonna work on it, but until I'm in a better headspace, I'm taking a break away from the project.

This isn't me scrapping it completely. Just a well-needed breather because my brain has 47 tabs open, one's playing music, two are frozen, and the mouse is missing. Yaaaay ADHD. Love that for me.

"Wait, come'ere." Rhys says. Tim moves a bit closer but it's evidently not close enough because Rhys pulls at the front of his jacket until they're nearly toe-to-toe and presses his forehead to the glass front of Tim's helmet. "What—" "Yeah," Rhys breathes, fogging the glass, "I knew it'd be cool." He's close enough that Tim could count his eyelashes, close enough he could kiss him if the glass wasn't there, close enough he can probably hear Tim's unsteady breathing—

Trade with @snailpdf 💖Did a scene from chapter 4 of his lovely fic 'The Devil Doesn't Bargain'

I'm so invested in that story

No pressure tho !! Just wanted to ask

I’m starting to work on it again! Idk if this will be out of the next chapter or the one after that (depends on how I craft it), but I did get the bones of a scene written out last night that includes this:

By the time Billy crosses the room back toward him again, he’s starting to get dizzy, which isn’t surprising. He hadn’t eaten for at least six hours before the end of his shift, he has no clue how long he’s been down in this fucking room, and just swallowed god knows how much alcohol straight with no chaser.

“‘M sorry,” he slurs, trying to push himself back up. He’s really not, but he’s willing to do most things if it means the other man won’t actually kill him. Most. Not all.

“No you’re not,” Billy states, standing in front of him. “I’m not fucking stupid, Kinard. If you were sorry, you would’ve kept your mouth shut when Conrad came to LA.”

“C-Conrad was never-…n-never gonna let- let me go,” he stammers. His words slide into one another like wet ice cubes as he looks up at the other man. Suddenly, there’s pressure on his thigh again, and he whimpers as the metal of the boot digs in.

“Some people would take that shit as a compliment,” Billy replies.

Tommy furrows his brow at the man above him. He can play games, but he’s not fucking stupid, and he’s not about to let this man act like what they did to him half a world away in the army was some kind of generous gift.

“You fucking raped me,” he growls up at Billy. “Violently. Repeatedly.”

I don't know when it's going up, honestly. I still have the part of the chapter written that I mentioned the last time someone asked a few weeks ago, and I know how it leads up to that and all...I've just been dragging my feet on a lot of stuff rn because burnout. I know Empty Bones gets a lot of attention, but it's because I narratively know where that story is like the back of my hand.

final chapter ♡